Wester Vespertine

Today was spent in languor

Drifting through the fold

As midsummer vent its clamour

In cobbled streets a thousandfold

I bore cruelty from the sun

The jewellery that it hung

About me, God it stung

Like life’s betrayal

Now shadows lengthening

Hear the nightside sing

The promise of delightful things to come

Wester Vespertine

When the sun is in decline

Reddened skies underlined in purple

Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

And bats carouse around the tree line

Daylight bows out, free and feline

Dusk comes so sublime

So wester Vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magickal hour

The heavens blaze, their flames devour

The smoke of ruins black against

A bled horizon, mystic, incensed

Nightfall is dressed in fantasy

Ethereal, the end of day enthralls

Voyeurs watching from the stalls

It enfolds the drear and drab

Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic

Pyromantic, necromantic heights

Of bright sensation

Feel the rush of power this magickal hour

The Heavens blaze, the angels cower

Wisps of sulphur at my lips

The abyss at kissed fingertip

Nightfall is blessed with majesty

This night will see indictment

For my needs extol

The virtues of excitement

This soul reigns uncontrolled

Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth

Have lent to my rebirth

Her perfume is perverse

And that’s the way I like it

Bethlem is opening

Her terrifying wings

The promise of its frightful things to sperse

And Hesperus will shine

Out foremost as stars climb

Dusk comes so sublime

So wester Vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magickal hour

The moon invades the vestal bower

Gas lamps flicker in devotion

Like fireflies on an iron ocean

Nightfall is best left to telestic needs

Crepuscular

This theatre is spurred

To drive the painted nails home

And let man’s blithe desires roam

About the city lit to please

The pretty bits this August eve

Revive our sore and tortured souls

Revive my mortared soul

Toward the end

Toward the splendour

Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts

His gorgeous daughters now surrender

Lammas glamour

Hammered in the dying light

Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil

We’ll bang destiny to rights now

Wester, Vespertine

This is our time to taste

To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine

The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine

Wester, Vespertine

When the sun is in decline

Reddened skies underlined in purple

Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

And bats carouse about the tree line

Daylight bows out, free and feline

And dusk comes so sublime

So wester Vespertine